Sunday, May 19, 2013

On Friday I waited in the carpool line to pick her up. As the kids came out, each was holding a balloon-toy twisted into a neat shape. The first two girls had pink and white Poodles, the third girl came out with a purple and pink butterfly. Two boys came out, each with a sword made of balloons, one green & one yellow.

The kids were so excited to show their parents what the "balloon-guy" had made for them. (What fun preschool teachers, no?)

Bridgette emerged in her little striped romper, as excited as everyone before her.

I laughed out loud.

Of course she would have chosen a pink sword.

I couldn't help but think it was the perfect symbol or physical analogy or something, both for her person and her life. It fits. Always a little different, still kinda girly but also not. Feisty.